it's ridiculous to think i could fit it anywhere else. the path surely isn't chosen, but presented. i've made the path familiar because the path is what feels right. i can go away and get my ankles wet but in the end i'd only end up returning to it. why escape when i could run all the way to the end and see where it finishes. i can't fight it.
it's like gravity, and i can invent devices to flee from from it, but when i'm stripped and bare and naked and true, all of my being comes falling back to you.
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